[YOU'RE HUSK!]

It was late, about 3 in the morning... you were getting rather concerned about Angel. So, you did what most people would do. Go outside looking for him. You're a bit tipsy, but not entirely wasted.

Its a rainy night, your fur and wings are all soaked, and you hate it. But, that whole feeling goes away when you spot Angel, collapsed on the sidewalk and bleeding...